Nothing to See Here

"At midnight, all the agents and superhuman crew go out and round up everyone who knows more than they do."

I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you
Which shall be the darkness of God. As, in a theatre,
The lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed
With a hollow rumble of wings, with a movement of darkness on darkness,
And we know that the hills and the trees, the distant panorama
And the bold imposing facade are all being rolled away—
Or as, when an underground train, in the tube, stops too long between stations
And the conversation rises and slowly fades into silence
And you see behind every face the mental emptiness deepen
Leaving only the growing terror of nothing to think about;
Or when, under ether, the mind is conscious but conscious of nothing—
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning.
The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry,
The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy
Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony
Of death and birth.

T. S. Eliot, “East Coker” (via catherineaddington)

I’ve always liked Eliot, unironically, even after I discovered that the stereotype at my school was to “discover” Eliot your freshman year. I have not read poetry as much as I would have liked to and I am always meaning to read more. 

(Source: maedhrys, via catherineaddington)


An amazing photo! A guy is kissing humbly the hand of an Eastern Orthodox priest. That’s a proof that looks don’t matter at all, our soul does :)


An amazing photo! A guy is kissing humbly the hand of an Eastern Orthodox priest. That’s a proof that looks don’t matter at all, our soul does :)



It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets. ~Voltaire 

Margret Atwood

“Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” ~ Margret Atwood


A Top 10 List (tcaseyiii, matthewshealey)

I love these kinds of lists. I’ve made it a habit to read other people’s favorite books. Engaging with the stories that speak to people in your life, and talking with people about things they love, is a really wonderful process. You learn a…

My top ten most influential books

1. Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand

2. Facing East by Fredrica Matthewes-Green  

3. The Reason for God by Timothy Keller 

4. The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis 

5. The Plague by Albert Camus 

6. Animal Farm by George Orwell 

7. Brave New World by Aldous Huxley

8. Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss 

9. The Moon is a Harsh Mistress by Robert Heinlein

10. The Next 100 Years: A Forecast for the 21st Century by George Friedman 

Jesus did not die because God had an anger problem and needed to be appeased. God does not change; as He is about reconciliation now, so He always has been about reconciliation. No, Jesus died to take on the effects of our malice, rivalry and self-centredness and reflect them back at us in all their undisguised ugliness. He died because it was the only way to expose the inescapable fact that the wages of sin is death.

In short, God did not have an anger problem; we had a violence problem.



It has just come to my attention that the trailer for the Fault in Our Stars movie has been leaked.

The comments and tumblr are exploding with “I couldn’t resist” and “OMFG my feels”, which is justified from a fandom that is ridiculously excited about the story and creators.

However, I’d like…

I totally agree and I realize I am increasingly in the minority in holding to this view. But I also especially like the part about instant gratification. 

(Source: avengersageofultron)